The sun sets in the evening.
Zhang Ling stayed at the door of Huichun Hall, but still did not wait for Ning Caijun to come out.
His mind was always focused on the backyard, and he witnessed the scholar's experience throughout.
A few days ago, Ning Caijun was still praising his aunt and uncle in Yongning County for how much they loved him. He never thought that when they met this time, the owner of Huichun Hall would treat this nephew who came from thousands of miles away and endured hardships to seek refuge with them so well.
It makes one sigh and say that everything is impermanent.
Since ancient times, mortals can share hardships but not wealth, especially when there is a huge gap in identity, status, and economic conditions between the two parties. The so-called friendship and family affection are as thin as paper. Whether they can be pierced or torn apart cannot be determined by the wishful thinking of one party alone.
There is a saying: A poor person in a busy city is ignored by everyone, but a rich person in a remote mountain area has distant relatives. If you don’t believe it, just look at the wine at the banquet, and the rich will be offered the first glass.
Later it was said: Don’t visit relatives when you are poor, and don’t return home when you are rich; don’t make friends when you are poor, and don’t look for relatives when you are in trouble. The coldness of a person’s heart can be seen through his bones.
With a sigh, the world of mortals is difficult, the flowers are so numerous that they dazzle the eyes, several people are competing for the flow, and there are many ups and downs.
How many people will really care about that illusory feeling for their entire life?
Only actual benefits are real, at least the feedback that material things give to the body is the most real.
This is the way the world is, and this is how people’s hearts are. Even gods cannot change it.
While he was pondering, he saw a short and thin middle-aged man carrying a wooden box on his back walking out of Huichun Hall. Although he had a straight nose, a square mouth and regular facial features, he was quite bald and his brows gave Zhang Ling a somewhat vulgar feeling.
"Sir, are you here to see a doctor?" The middle-aged man saw Zhang Ling standing motionless beside the stone lion and stepped forward to ask.
"Who are you?"
In response to Zhang Ling's question, the middle-aged man smiled and replied, "Liu Baolong of Huichun Hall, I believe you should know my name."
Liu Baolong?
Zhang Ling stood still like a pine tree, pretending to admire him and said, "I have long heard of your name, the miracle doctor! I have long heard of you!"
"Young Master, you are praising me too much. I am not some miracle doctor. It's all just nonsense from the outside world. Treating illnesses and saving lives is a doctor's job. Why seek fame and reputation? This miracle doctor is just a nickname. Don't take it seriously!"
Zhang Ling noticed Liu Baolong's pretentiousness, the pride in his eyes unconcealed, so he deliberately asked, "I've heard that the miracle doctor has a kind heart and sometimes provides free aid to the poor, a role model for mankind. Today, there are rumors that the miracle doctor seems to have a nephew who came to live with him. I wonder if this is true?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Baolong's expression froze, a little unnatural, and then he asked, "Sir, why are you asking this? Aren't you here to see a doctor?"
"I'm just curious, asking. Everyone knows that the miraculous doctor has no children. Such a huge family business and extraordinary medical skills must find a successor, right? It would be a good thing if it were passed on to your nephew. He would take care of you in your old age and see you to the end. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Zhang Ling's words immediately aroused Liu Baolong's dissatisfaction, but he did not dare to lose his temper in the street, for fear of attracting onlookers. If gossip were to spread, it would be very detrimental to Huichuntang and his reputation as a miracle doctor.
In Liu Baolong's opinion, the most important thing for a doctor is not medical skills, but reputation!
As long as you have a reputation, you will have a lot of money. People from all over the place will come to see you for treatment, and even spend a lot of money for treatment. I can't say that all diseases can be cured, but at least I can delay and postpone them. That's enough!
After all, at that time, the money was in the pocket, and you could continue to cheat people out of money by getting one treatment after another.
This reputation is money!
Therefore, Liu Baolong regards reputation as more important than life!
"This is Huichuntang's internal affairs, and also my family affair. It has nothing to do with you. If you are not here to see a doctor, do not stay here!"
After saying this, Liu Baolong turned and left. He originally thought that Zhang Ling was a young man from a rich family because of his elegant demeanor and distinguished appearance. He did not expect that he came here deliberately to make fun of him and cause trouble. Needless to say, he was another playboy who loved to do things that would harm others and benefit himself, and he was always making trouble outside.
Liu Baolong had seen many people like this, but he didn't want to get entangled with them too much and cause unnecessary trouble, so he just sent them away casually. Why waste too much time on them?
Zhang Ling looked at Liu Baolong's receding back and said it was interesting. He scanned the backyard with his mind again and found Ning Caijun squatting in the corner with bloodstains on his face, washing clothes again. He looked so dispirited that he was like a wooden man. He mechanically repeated the movements in his hands with no light in his eyes.
"Ah! Mortals, don't force honest people like this, or you won't have a chance to regret it."
Zhang Ling shook his folding fan, walked away, and returned to the inn soon.
That night.
Zhang Ling noticed that the weasel demon outside the city was eager to try and was slowly approaching Yongning City. Every step was a test. If there was any movement from the immortals in the city, it would evacuate as quickly as possible.
Of course, the weasel didn't know whether he was being lured or not. Perhaps a tight net had already been laid in the city, just waiting for him to fall into the trap.
Zhang Ling ignored it. It was just a small weasel and was not worthy enough for him to attack. No matter how it struggled, it could not cause much trouble. Cause and effect had their own destiny, so he should not interfere too much and just let it go.
The waiter brought a roast duck from the kitchen, claiming that it was roasted with the best fruit charcoal, with crispy skin and tender meat, not greasy or oily, and it is a unique dish of Yongning!
Zhang Ling tore off the roast duck leg and put it in his mouth and took a bite. The fragrance of the fruit wood flowed between his lips and teeth. It was indeed delicious.
While enjoying the roast duck, I suddenly felt a heat on my cuffs. I took a closer look and found that it was a peach glowing faintly.
oh!
Zhang Ling took the peach out of his sleeve and looked at it carefully.
This peach has a very interesting origin. Hundreds of years ago, when he was still a landowner in Xingfu Town, he went to Taohua Temple to kill the Flying Centipede. In order to commemorate the other party's chivalrous heart who hated evil, he took some peach seeds from Taohua Temple and scattered them in the spiritual field of Changsheng Fudi, and slowly planted and cared for them.
Afterwards, the peach trees formed a shade and the fallen petals accompanied him through countless miserable and boring days.
After that, he encountered the East China Sea Dragon Ao Xin who had a river accident, and a cloud of thunder rocs descended from the sky. In order to protect him, he had no choice but to subdue thirty-six thunder rocs!
It was precisely because of this decision made in a hurry that the entire Changsheng Paradise suffered disaster.
Dozens of brocade carps were eaten by Lei Peng, who also destroyed the beautiful peach trees in the spiritual field with lightning.
Zhang Ling had no choice but to clean up the charred dead wood, but he never expected to find an intact peach buried deep in the soil. He was grateful for the difficulty of the flying centipede, so he put the peach into his sleeve, which was also a way to express his feelings and thoughts.
I never thought that the peach fruit would produce such strange phenomena, which is amazing.
"Amitabha, I am Fashan, Your Excellency. Could you please come to Daluo Temple to have a chat?"
At this time, an old monk's telepathic message entered Zhang Ling's ears.
His mind moved slightly, sensing the neutral and pure aura, and he was afraid that some enlightened monk had something important to discuss with him.
It’s just that I have never dealt with monks before, so why did a Buddhist suddenly invite me today?
Could it be because of this?
Zhang Ling glanced at the hot peach in his hand, thinking about something, and immediately fled in the direction indicated by the divine thought.
When a guest invites you, you should go.
He was bored in Yongning County. Every day he either ate, drank and had fun or went sightseeing. This time he had the opportunity to appreciate the scenery of the Buddhist temple.
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